"Yashvi, are you okay?" Advik asked, glancing at his wife who was leaning against the car seat, her right hand resting above her head. They were heading back to the Mehrotra mansion after lunch, and the atmosphere felt unusually tense.

"I am your life partner, won't you even share what's going on in your heart?" He asked, not receiving any response. He pulled the car over to the roadside and gently moved her hand.

She opened her bloodshot eyes, filled with tears, and looked at him. "Can we talk later, please?" She requested in a hoarse voice. The pain was clearly evident in her voice, which broke his heart.

"If you want to talk, I am always here," he whispered gently and resumed driving.

"If I won't talk to you, whom will I talk to? I just need some time to collect myself," she said with a minuscule smile, caressing his biceps as she leaned back and closed her eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips as he looked at her with a sidelong glance, touched by her words filled with affection.

"We've arrived," Advik said, looking at Yashvi. However, he was surprised to find her fast asleep. Knowing she looked exhausted, he decided not to wake her. Instead, he handed the car keys to the valet and asked him to take care of their belongings. Then, he gently picked her up in his arms.

Although she stirred, Yashvi remained asleep, snuggling closer to his chest. Advik smiled and carried her inside. The whole family was gathered there and was surprised to see him holding Yashvi. When his mother began to speak, he shook his head to indicate that he couldn't chat right now. He went upstairs, and Adya followed him. She opened the door for him, and he gently placed Yashvi on the bed, tenderly stroking her hair. Advik tucked an unruly strand behind her ear and softly kissed her forehead. Moving towards the closet, he picked up her home slippers and placed them beside the bed. Then he went to the dressing table, picked up a grey claw clip, and set it on the bedside table alongside her phone, which he had taken from the pocket of his pants.

Moving to the foot of the bed, he removed her wedges and carefully covered her with a comforter. Yashvi immediately snuggled closer, seeking warmth in her sleep. Advik smiled and turned to go back downstairs, but his sister was watching him with dreamy eyes.

"You are down bad for her. You are so cute, bhai," Adya whispered loudly, making him glare at her. He quickly pulled her out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"Never knew my rough, tough brother could be such a softie for his lady love," Adya teased. She then dashed downstairs, announcing that her brother was completely smitten with his wife. Advik shook his head in disbelief and gently massaged his neck, which had become a bit stiff. He finally made his way downstairs, only to find his family sitting there with teasing smiles on their faces.

"Is everything fine?" his mother asked as a house help served him coffee. Advik looked at them, and after a brief internal struggle, decided to share the day's events.

"Uday Birla?" His mother asked after hearing what had happened, making him nod. She had been friends with Amrita and was already aware of her past.

"Amrita had already informed us beforehand about her past. Aakash, don't interact with that man again. I don't want us to cause any more hurt to Yashvi," his grandfather announced, to which his son immediately agreed.

"It would be better if you all don't mention this matter to her. She's feeling a bit down, but she'll be fine," Advik said, making everyone nod. He didn't want Yashvi to think that their family pitied her. 

"Amrita is such a strong woman. An inspiration indeed." His chachi said with admiration clear in her voice.

Advik, sitting with his family, found a moment of quiet introspection. He knew that love wasn't just about sharing the good moments; it was about being there for each other through the storms, holding your partner when they needed it most.

And as for Yashvi, he was willing to wait as long as she needed to talk, or not talk, about the unsettling encounter with her estranged father. He'd be there with a loving heart, just as she had been there for him when he needed her most. 

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Yashvi stretched her arms, slowly opening her eyes and taking in her surroundings. She realized she was in their bedroom. Sitting up, she let out a yawn. Her headache had subsided, and she was feeling refreshed after her nap. She glanced at the clock, which showed half past five. It usually took about forty minutes to reach the Mehrotra Mansion from her mother's house. She couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed, realizing that her husband had picked her up and carried her all the way to their room.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her open hair into a messy bun and secured it with the claw clip. A smile tugged at her lips as she noticed her slippers placed neatly by the bedside. She got up and made her way to the bathroom, changing into comfortable pants and splashing some water on her face to freshen up.

After freshening up, Yashvi stepped out of the bathroom and found her husband rummaging through the drawers of the small library room's study table. She couldn't help but smile as she approached him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Her right hand rested on his stomach, while the left gently touched his chest. He paused in his search and covered her hands with his own, toying with her engagement ring. 

"You seem to be in a good mood," he noted with a smile, his dimples making an appearance. He gently took her right hand and brought it to his lips, planting an open-mouthed kiss in the center of her palm. Yashvi's breath hitched as a strange, warm sensation coursed through her stomach. Her breathing seemed to stop for a moment, and he couldn't help but smile at her reaction.

Advik turned toward her, his hands holding her firmly in place. His eyes were hooded as he traced the mole just beneath her lips, making her close her eyes in anticipation of his next move.

Not sensing any further movement, Yashvi opened her eyes and gazed at him. He was looking at her with an intense expression. His black eyes had darkened, and in the next moment, he pulled her closer, pressing her body against his chest. Her face turned, and she looked at him through her lowered lashes. He simply smiled and gently raised her face, placing a finger under her chin.

He leaned in, his lips softly brushing against her left cheek and then her right. Her hands tightened their grip on his white t-shirt, her breathing growing heavy as she gazed at him with shyness in her eyes.

She offered a shy smile as his lips gently brushed her forehead. His eyes remained locked on her as his stomach twisted with the closeness they shared. He planted tender kisses on her left and right eyelids before gazing into her eyes, raising his eyebrows in a questioning manner. Her smile widened slightly as her hands moved to his neck, pulling him closer and encircling her arms around his neck.

She impulsively pressed her lips against his for a brief, passionate moment before pulling back, her eyes wide and her cheeks blushing bright red.

"That wasn't a proper kiss," he huskily whispered just above her lips. Gently, he lifted her and seated her on the table. His hands slipped around her back, pulling her closer, and he tenderly kissed just beneath her lips.

"I've never kissed anyone," she whispered shyly, her fingers playing with the buttons on his T-shirt, which made him smile widely.

"I'm honored to be your first," he murmured, his voice full of affection. He gently lifted her chin, his eyes locked with hers.

"I've never kissed anyone either. I was waiting for you," he confessed softly, tucking the hair strands that had escaped her bun. She smiled shyly at him.

"Let's be each other's first and last for everything. What do you say?" he asked, giving her nose a gentle peck. She smiled and nodded in agreement, her hands traveling to his back, tracing the back of his neck with her nails.

He leaned in towards her lips, looking into her eyes, seeking approval, which she gladly gave. Her cheeks reddened even more, if that was possible. 

He kept his lips on her lower lip, gently sucking on the mole there. Her stomach fluttered, her heart raced, and her grip tightened on his back. She rested her hand on his heart, her eyes closing in tandem as she sensed his own heartbeat quickening. She couldn't help but smile internally, knowing the profound effect she had on him.

Slowly, he took her lower lip between his and gently sucked on it. His left hand moved towards her hair, releasing the claw clip and tossing it aside. She tugged him closer by his neck, and his hand moved towards her cheek. Just as things were heating up, he suddenly stepped back.

As her eyes fluttered open, he couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him towards her. Without a moment's hesitation, he pressed his lips against hers, a collision of longing and desire. His hand instinctively found its place on her waist, fingers gripping firmly, anchoring her to him, while the other delicately angled her face, deepening their connection.

Their mouths moved with a tender and deliberate rhythm, a dance of passion and intimacy. His lips caressed hers, exploring every contour with a gentleness that spoke volumes of his adoration. Time seemed to slow down as their breaths mingled, creating an intoxicating symphony that resonated through their beings.

In the space of a few heartbeats, he felt her response, the unmistakable reciprocation of her desire. Her lips moved in sync with his, mirroring his actions with a mix of eagerness and curiosity. A spark of joy ignited within him, a smile emerging amidst the intensity of their kiss. It was a silent acknowledgement of the connection they shared, an unspoken understanding of the growing passion between them.

As the kiss deepened, her hands found their way to his hair, fingers entwining themselves in the soft strands. The sensation sent shivers down his spine, a delightful surprise that only amplified their shared pleasure. She played with his hair unknowingly, lost in the moment, her touch a testament to the growing intimacy between them.

In a beautiful display of trust and vulnerability, he allowed her to take the lead, surrendering to the rhythm she set. His pace remained gentle, honoring the delicate nature of their connection. In this dance of desire, he reveled in the exquisite harmony they created, cherishing each stolen breath and stolen moment.

Feeling a bit breathless, Yashvi gently pulled back and gazed at him. The kiss was perfect, just as she had imagined it to be—innocent yet heartwarming. He looked at her and smiled warmly, his own face flushed, lips slightly parted. Shyly, she hugged him, and he chuckled as he lovingly kissed her temple.

"Now that I've had a taste of you, I don't ever want to stop, Yashvi," he whispered in her ear, causing her to melt into a puddle as she tightened the hug. He chuckled heartily, returning the embrace, and smiled to himself.

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The kiss was not steamy or something, but rather gentle and innocent like them. I will try to write a passionate kiss between them soon because first kiss is supposed to be soft. I am so in love with them<3

Thankyou<3